Donnie.

*late update ;-;* epilogue

IM SO SORRY IM 5 DAYS LATE UGHH

IT WAS MY LAST DAYS OF SCHOOL AND WE HAD EVEN MORE FINALS AND I WAS LKKE WTH BUT TODAY WAS OUR LAST DAY SO HERE YALL GO SOSOSOSOSOS SORRY AGAIN ;-;

here we go :3....

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I opened my crusty eyes and rubbed then clean. Today was the day I was going to jump off of the roof.

I wasn't going to leave anything, as I said before. No one needs to know because no one cares.

As I walked into the kitchen to look around before I say goodbye, I heard the soft shuffle of feet. I army-jumped onto the floor quickly, and before that, I saw who it was...

It was April.

The one who made me do this.

She made me hate my life and everything around it.

"Donnie?"

Fuck.

I got up and smiled widely. "Yes, April?"

"...What...what were you doing?"

"Um...uh... —" I looked around. "Oh! Yes. I dropped a spoon! Yes. Right there..."

I bent down again and 'picked up the spoon.' I didn't pick anything up, but I faked it. I quickly — and, if I might add, loudly — opened the drawer and threw my hand in to make it seem like I was throwing a spoon or something in.

"Oh...kay?"

"Heh...heh...heh."

We didn't speak after that.

I ran to the exit and April suddenly spoke up. "Where are you going this early in the morning?"

I stopped in my tracks. I gulped.

What was I to say now?

"Um..."

April walked up next to me. "Donnie, I'm only asking you this because I love you. Don't you understand that?"

Now, I'm not one to get angry at nothing. I used to get angry a lot, but I control it now because it happens so often...too often.

But this?

"What?! Are you shitting me, April?! I've waited days and nights and you've never loved me! I'm just a turtle, April, and you're a girl. It'll never happened, and I know that now so stop trying to make things better, because actually, you're making them worse. I HATE you now, April, because you've hated me, and you've shut me out, and now you're trying to come back?! I've tried for fucking YEARS, AND YOU DIDN'T CARE, NOT ONE FUCKING BIT. Well, fuck you. FUCK YOU, April. Fuck. You. And no. NO MORE BEING DRAGGED AROUND. You're a prissy little fucker and I hate you now. I hate you SO FUCKING MUCH. I used to love you, but then you can't just come up and tell me you love me after all you've done and all we've been through. So fuck you."

April's face just described my life after I realized she didn't love me...

After I realized that nobody loved me.

But I didn't care. I don't care anymore. Why should I, anyways? No one cares about me.

I walked up to April. I've been waiting to do this for a very long time.

I slapped her, and walked away to my room. Then, I slammed the door.

I guess I won't be killing myself...

For today.

END